CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
DEE PUSHED RAKE ASIDE and ran into the bedroom. “Lydia?”
“Dee?” Lydia shoved the breakfast tray from her lap and ran into her sister’s arms. “Oh, Dee!”
Dee swung her around, examining her. “Did they hurt you?”
“No.” Lydia swallowed, taking a deep breath. “You shouldn’t have come. Jonathan will never let you go now.”
“You’re my little sister.” Dee held Lydia’s face. “I don’t care if I have to stay here the rest of my life, I’d do anything to save you.”
“What about the baby? Is it okay?”
“I’m fine.” Dee hugged her and kissed her cheek.
Lydia’s lips trembled. “I can’t believe Jonathan faked his death to get you back.”
Dee turned to Rake. “I’m here so let her go.”
He snorted, eyebrows wiggling. “That’s not my decision.”
Jonathan waltzed inside and the tiny hairs
